Tekster:
Fame Dogs In The Yard

me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

's meth man south paw I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam Oh my goodness trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs

Sherman shit I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung The, the doctor, Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Going hard on the yard, 'til me dogs

11:35pm on Januray 21st some shit went down [Aesop Rock] Now Benny was a New York City graf kingpin Five Borough fame guaranteed to itch pigskin Raided near the Brooklyn Naval yard

, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what) You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard (yeah)

, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what) You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard (yeah)

's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch! [

hoes, this our town Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs Back against

in life. man, if they only knew VERSE 2: TEDASHII lemme get some, lemme talk to em Now you talk noise and walk hard but we was dogs like junk yards our